Tyrant of the ripping tide!
Sunderer of Grotesque Creatrix!
Swath cutter of thine brooding intellect!
I fly aloft thy defiant blood!
This oathbound lance Cleaves through your protesting waves
For battle courses through these veins
And your dazzling throes Invoke not cowardice... But rebuke!
Pathless my vessel drifts among frozen monoliths, Striking an ebon altar
Where stands a pale haruspex, Draped in writhing scales
Seizing the ophidian oblate, Draws her blade 'cross the throat
Blood pouring into a chalice, Aflame in azure!
The priestess beckons me to drink, Libation piercing within!
The eldritch ritual collapses the three pronged folds of time
Bringing forth the rapturous void
Serpents writhe in the Cosmos
Coiling about the Sun, Constricting
Fangs sink into Astral veins
Poisoning Celestial spheres
A Throne withers dark
Death Heritage of the Black Spokes
I glide among the brume, forlorn and longing
Lumbering; the yoke of transience
Gnawing; the death that lurks within
Scourge and ruin; accolades to my lust
Neither defeat, nor triumph comes
Feats are cinders drifting towards none
I hear a choir of muses and it guides me
On my quest towards Eternity
Shores in Flames appear in the fog
The glint of Sun on Steel, a Red Dawn
For a Soul starved of Light
Crush the spell of the oracle
The World-Eater nears from below
Grinder of the Trinal Root
From the Pale of buried hollows
Billowing miasma, brandishing brands
The Masked one towers above
Striker in the Dark
Foment thy impending doom!
Two swords drawn; Twin storms delivered
The first of my mouth
Lays low its pride
The second of steel
Lay low the scaled worm
Seal of maelstrom
The key to Triumphallic gate
Infinite black deep!
Thou art the greatest looking glass!
Tumultuous throughout as within!
Hear the thunder roll,
The Siren Song and Trident's ire
Winds cast lots on my desire
See the lightning cleave
Bleed this black yet fleece the sky
And dread the multitude to rise
I subject the inner waters
My will passes over their face
As I bestow form on the formless
The coast ablaze with fire and force
Pyres lap away clinging dark
A forest of stolid eyes chill the bones
Figures of Iron, cloak and spear
Shadows of Stone, Bronze and Iron
Circling above in Time before itself
Children of the deepest gorge
Numbering beyond the whirling sands
Bound to action eternally as damnation rides before me
In conflagration of all laurels, Immolating desire towards duty
Cries for blood echo throughout the Void
Battle horns herald the coming of Death
As weary ships kiss the Cradle of the Gods
Purposeful, this LP’s metal consists primarily of low-to-mid-paced riffs from doom, DM, & BM. These are complemented by influences from prog-rock, in which tonal contrasts add nuance & a way of connecting parts within the album. Everything is structured with meticulous care, avoiding the wild-blend sensation that seems at best pretentious & at worst aimless. Guided by low-pitched vocals that provide a sturdy musical framework & continuity, Condor has produced metal that is very beautiful! Wow. xhrl_